In love, the one who runs away is the winner.
—Henri Matisse
The death of a friendship was usually slow and insidious, like the wearing away of a hillside after years of too much rain. A handful of misunderstandings, a season of miscommunication, the passing of time, and where once stood two women with a dozen years of memories and tears and conversation and laughter—where once stood two women closer than sisters—now stood two strangers.
—Karen Kingsbury in Even Now
The world keeps ending but new people too dumb to know it keep showing up as if the fun's just started.
—John Updike